Chapter: 445
Anthony Reed nodded lightly and said, "Someone met someone suspected of being Louis Lund on Market Avenue.
Right on Market Avenue?
Lumian was suddenly excited.
How close are I to Louis Lund, and Mrs. Puares? sure? "
He asked quickly: Anthony Reed shook his head: "I'm not sure, I just came to tell you, let you know that I haven't forgotten about you, and when I'm sure, it's Louis Lund looking for you again I want the final payment."
My money can't wait to get out of me. "Lumian didn't hide his eagerness at all.
After sending Anthony and Rhett away, his belief in getting the gift of the mendicant monks became more firm.
The calcium carbide lamp with a bit of blue light pushed away the surrounding darkness, allowing the streets between the dry stone pillars to appear in front of Lumian's eyes.
The slightly cold wind blows from nowhere, and there are faint traces of moisture on the stone wall above the capital.
Lumian walked through the king's tunnels corresponding to the streets and alleys on the ground, and found the entrance to a deeper place.
Relying on the hunter's ability to remember the environment, he kept going downwards, and finally arrived at a quarry cavity that was the size of two or three "Golden Rooster Hotels".
There are white mushrooms growing in the crevices of the stones here, which are sparse and not many in number.
Trier mushrooms have become synonymous with this type of plant, but the mushrooms here seem to be naturally occurring.
Lumian circled around the hole and carefully checked it. 1 After confirming that there was no problem, he found a half-meter-high stone and placed the musk candle fused with his own blood on it, while the other one was placed closer to him.
After cleaning up the environment, Lumian lit the two off-white candles in a way of rubbing spirituality according to the order of first going up, then down, and then people.
Immediately afterwards, he took out the ritual silver and sanctified it quickly, creating a "spiritual wall".
Unlike praying for the power of the "dancer" last time, after Lumian completed these things, his spirituality was still abundant and he easily entered the more ethereal state to perform the ceremony.
Without the help of the incense ball, he exhaled slowly, picked up the gray amber perfume on the altar, and dripped it into the candle that second represents the god.
In the sizzling sound, the elegant and sweet fragrance came into his nose, making him calmer. Gray amber perfume followed by tulip powder, until the strange fragrance disappeared.
Strolling inside the "spiritual wall", Lumian took two steps back, looked at the burning candles, and shouted in low-pitched noises and ancient Hermetic language: "O power of destiny!" The whistling wind blew, and the orange candle representing the gods was shaken, only a little bit remained, and it seemed that it would be extinguished at any time.
In the dimmed light, Lumian's left chest became hot, and his head felt dizzy.
Once again he heard the familiar mysterious voice that seemed to come from infinite distance and was close to him, but it was not clear yet, and he hadn't been swallowed by pain yet.
Lumian continued to chant the follow-up mantra in ancient Hermetic language: "You are the past, the present, and the future." You are the cause, the result, and the process.
Inside the wall of spirituality, the invisible wind was all dyed black, and a faint gray mist filled the surroundings.
Those stones, those bottles, seemed to become flexible objects and twisted one after another.
Silently, the Sihuo representing the gods expanded, those: the size of a fist, silvery white with black.
On the surface of Lumian's skin, above the stones, grain after grain popped out. Si squirmed and stretched, and might get out at any time.
His ears were completely filled by the horrible sound, and he could no longer detect other movements.
His head was so dizzy that he was about to vomit.
His thoughts diverged from time to time and became chaotic at times, and he barely finished reciting the follow-up mantra.